Over Penciled Outlines of Pictures

Wait there...the cold and the aloneness are speaking, let them talk –

“All needed shade

Over penciled outlines of pictures”

I’m the leftovers that remain of your fears,

Isn’t a lie…I don’t lie

Just that in this world

In the future

There aren’t laughs for me

There aren’t lights on waiting for me

Always sleeping on apologies’ bed

So I don’t run away from silence

You sense

That feel that make you know

That I, never going to win

But the night and I could survive

She, the only one the tolerate my sins

And follow me whatever

Meanwhile

Keeping up, making remembrance

“Over penciled outlines of pictures”